This post was half written three days ago.
I got a shock today.
The movers came to my room to pack all the things I'm taking with me to Singapore (which is not inclusive of 60kgs of luggage and 14kgs of hand carry) and they packed 12 boxes of stuff.
It's just stuff!
First of all, thank goodness my awesome company provided me with movers, because I think I would have passed out trying to move it myself.
As I was watching them load all my things - my life, essentially, into the moving truck, I realized that it really is just a lot of stuff.
Do I need twelve boxes of stuff?
It's all just, well, stuff, after all! It doesn't affim you. It doesn't make you a better person. It doesn't make you any happier.
---> I'm now continuing my post.
So I have moved into my new apartment yesterday! It is amazing, it's at a really central location and it's just perfect for me! I also realize that I brought with me about 50 lipsticks (i'm not kidding you) and a lot of stuff that I probably don't really need.
So, again, I need to start decluttering here, because it will be a major headache when I move into my real apartment. Currently the apartment I'm staying in is a temporary accomodation (I freaking love my company, they have been so amazing with this move and are helping me with temporary accomodation for up to two months while I find a place, so I don't need to rush helter skelter into getting a new apartment).
It's going to be really, really exciting for me because I've never lived on my own before. I'm looking forward to discovering a new city, new places, new people, and above all, myself.